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on yonder tree? for you and me;

413. L. M. 6 lines.

1. WEARY of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow me to the rod:

Yet not in hopeless grief I mourn;
I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of love.
2. O Jesus, full of truth and grace-
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek Thy face,

Open Thine arms, and take me in!
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love Thy faithless servant still.

3. Thou know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore;

O, for Thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more:
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer.

414. L. M. 6 lines.

C. WESLEY.

1. LOOSED from my God, and far removed,
Long have I wandered to and fro;
O'er earth in endless circles roved,
Nor found whereon to rest below:
But now, my God, to Thee I fly,
For, Oh! estranged from Thee, I die.

2. Selfish pursuits, and nature's maze,

The things of sense, for Thee I leave:
Put forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace;
Into the ark of love receive;
Take my poor, fluttering soul to rest,
And still it, Father, on Thy breast.
3. Endow me with my Saviour's peace,

Confirm and keep my longing heart;
In Thee may all my wanderings cease;
From Thee may I no more depart:
Never again from Thee remove,
Loved with an everlasting love!

MORAVIAN.

415. L. M. 6 lines.

1. O LOVE, of pure and heavenly birth!
O simple Truth, scarce known on earth!
Whom men resist with stubborn will,
And, more perverse and daring still,
Smother and quench with reasonings vain,
While error and deception reign!

2. Whence comes it, that, your power the

same

As His on high, from whom you came,
Ye rarely find a listening ear,

Or heart, that makes you welcome here?
Because ye bring reproach and pain,
Where'er ye visit, in your train.

3. Then let the price be what it may,
Though poor, I am prepared to pay:
Come shame, come sorrow: spite of tears,
Weakness, and heart-oppressing fears;
One soul, at least, shall not repine
To give you room; come, reign in mine!

MADAME GUION.

3. 'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in Thee;
Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend?

4. Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with thee my heart to share?

Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be free,

When it hath found repose in Thee.

5. O Love, Thy sov'reign aid impart,

To save me from low-thoughted care; Chase this self-will through all my heart, Through all its latent mazes there; Make me Thy duteous child, that I, Ceaseless, may Abba, Father, cry.

417. L. M. 6 lines.

J. WESLEY.

1. SAVIOUR of all, what hast Thou done?
What hast Thou suffer'd on the tree?
Why didst Thou groan Thy mortal groan,
Obedient unto death for me?
The myst'ry of Thy passion show-
The end of all Thy griefs below.

2. Pardon, and grace, and heaven to buy,
My bleeding sacrifice expired;
But didst Thou not my pattern die,
That, by Thy glorious Spirit fired,
Faithful to death I might endure,
And make the crown by suff'ring sure?

3. Thou didst the meek example leave,

That I might in Thy footsteps tread; Might like the Man of Sorrows grieve, And groan, and bow with Thee my head: Thy dying in my body bear,

And all Thy state of suff'ring share.

G. WESLEY.

418. L M. 6 lines.

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1. I THANK thee, uncreated Sun,
That Thy bright beams on me have
I thank Thee, who hast overthrown
My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind;
I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice
Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice.
2. Uphold me in the doubtful race,
Nor suffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet, with steady pace

Still to press forward in Thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,
Fill, satiate, with Thy heavenly light.
3. Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;

Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown

Or smile, Thy sceptre or Thy rod.
What though my flesh and heart decay;
Thee shall I love in endless day.

J. WESLEY.

419. L. M. 6 lines.

1. AROUND Bethesda's healing wave,
Waiting to hear the rustling wing,
Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave
Its virtue to that holy spring,
With patience and with hope endued,
Were seen the gathered multitude.
2. Bethesda's pool has lost its power!
No angel, by his glad descent,
Dispenses that diviner dower,

Which with its healing waters went.
But He, whose word surpassed its wave,
Is still omnipotent to save.

3. Saviour! Thy love is still the same

As when that healing word was spoke;
Still in Thine all-redeeming name
Dwells power to burst the strongest yoke!
O, be that power, that love displayed,
Help those whom Thou alone canst aid!

420. L. M.

BARTON.

1. HEALTH of the weak, to make them strong!
Refuge of sinners, and their song!
Comfort of each afflicted breast!
Haven of hope in realms of rest!

2. Lord of the patriarchs gone before!
Light of the prophets' learned lore!
Deign from Thy throne to look on me,
And hear my lowly litany.

3. Lead me, O Spirit, to the Son,

To taste and feel what He has done;
To lay me low before His cross,
And reckon all besides as dross;

4. To speak, and think, and will, and move, And love, as Thou wouldst have me love: O, look upon this bended knee,

And hear my heart's own litany!

LYRA CATH.

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421. C. M.

2. I'll go to Jesus, though my sin

Hath like a mountain rose;

I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

3. Prostrate I'll lie before His throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone,
Without His sovereign grace.

4. Perhaps He will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

5. I can but perish if I go;
I am resolved to try;

For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die.

422. C. M.

1. WHAT shall I render to my God For all His kindness shown? My feet shall visit Thine abode, My songs address Thy throne.

JONES.

2. Among the saints that fill Thy house,
My offerings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.

3. How much is mercy Thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!
How dear Thy servants in Thy sight!
How precious is their blood!

4. How happy all Thy servants are
How great Thy grace to me!

2. Servant of all, to toil for man
Thou wouldst not, Lord, refuse;
Thy majesty did not disdain
To be employed for us.

3. Thy bright example I pursue,
To Thee in all things rise;
And all I think, or speak, or do,
Is but one sacrifice.

1. Careless, through outward cares I go,
From all distraction free;

My hands are but engaged below,
My heart is still with Thee.

5. Oh! when wilt Thou, my Life, appear!
How gladly would I cry-

""T is done, the work Thou gav'st me here, ""T is finished, Lord!" and fly.

MORAVIAN.

424. C. M.

1. THOU, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace;

For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace;

2. And griefs and torments numberless, And sweat of agony,

Yea, death itself; and all for one
That was Thine enemy.

3. Then, why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love Thee well?
Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell;

4. Not with the hope of gaining aught, Not seeking a reward;

But as Thyself hast loved me,
O ever-loving Lord.

5. E'en so I love Thee, and will love,
And in thy praise will sing;
Solely because Thou art my God,
And my eternal King.

1. LET worldly minds the world pursue; It has no charms for me; Once I admired its trifles, too,

But grace has set me free.

2. Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford;

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.

3. As by the light of opening day
The stars are all concealed;
So earthly pleasures fade away
When Jesus is revealed.

4. Creatures no more divide my choice; I bid them all depart;

His name, and love, and gracious voice
Have fixed my roving heart.

BROWN. C. M.

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430. C. M.

1. SWEET was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pard'ning blood,
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

2. Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;
And, when the evening shade prevailed,
His love was all my song.

3. In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord, And saw His glory shine;

And when I read His holy word,
I called each promise mine.

4. Now when the evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;
And, when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.

5. Rise, Saviour! help me to prevail,
And make my soul Thy care;

I know Thy mercy can not fail,
Let me that mercy share.

431. C. M.

NEWTON.

1. THE winds were howling o'er the deep,
Each wave a watery hill;
The Saviour wakened from His sleep:
He spake, and all was still.

2. The inadman in a tomb had made
His mansion of despair:
Woe to the traveler who strayed,
With heedless footsteps, there

1. DEAR Saviour, when my thoughts recall The wonders of Thy grace, Low at Thy feet ashamed, I fall,

And hide this wretched face.

2. Shall love like Thine be thus repaid?
Ah, vile, ungrateful heart!

By earth's low cares so oft betrayed,
From Jesus to depart.

3. But He, for His own mercy's sake,
My wandering soul restores;

He bids the mourning heart partake
The pardon it implores.

4. Oh, while I breathe to Thee, my Lord,
The deep, repentant sigh,
Confirm the kind, forgiving word,
With pity in Thine eye.

5. Then shall the mourner at Thy feet,

Rejoice to seek Thy face;

And grateful, own how kind, how sweet,
Thy condescending grace.

MRS. STEELE.